I'll Be Thankful In Just One Week
Just one week until turkey day. It says so on my fancy digital calendar.
I'll be thankful when the whole thing is finished. By that, I mean when I'm sitting down with my family and eating the bajeezus out of some Thanksgiving grub. Until that time, I have a gigantic amount of work to do finishing the kitchen and getting things around the house generally prepared for the onslaught of 15 - 20 relatives in my house for a day.
Violet is happy because every year my dad comes up and we end up putting the guy to work out in the yard. On the list for this year is chain-saw pruning the shit out of several plum trees, topping a birch tree I just can't stand any longer, making half-a-dozen truck hauls of yard debris to the recycling center, and putting up Christmas lights. We work the old man to the bone, but he would have it no other way. I'm a big fan of sitting on the couch and doing nothing, but he's not. So I get out there and work side-by-side with him for a couple days and we knock out a winter's worth of labor. Nothing is better than coming back in from the cold weather, after working outside like a monster for 10 hours, and doing some serious holiday turkey eating and beer drinking with my dad.
I Googled myself and got this -- and this too. The Internet is cute.
I'll be thankful when the whole thing is finished. By that, I mean when I'm sitting down with my family and eating the bajeezus out of some Thanksgiving grub. Until that time, I have a gigantic amount of work to do finishing the kitchen and getting things around the house generally prepared for the onslaught of 15 - 20 relatives in my house for a day.
Violet is happy because every year my dad comes up and we end up putting the guy to work out in the yard. On the list for this year is chain-saw pruning the shit out of several plum trees, topping a birch tree I just can't stand any longer, making half-a-dozen truck hauls of yard debris to the recycling center, and putting up Christmas lights. We work the old man to the bone, but he would have it no other way. I'm a big fan of sitting on the couch and doing nothing, but he's not. So I get out there and work side-by-side with him for a couple days and we knock out a winter's worth of labor. Nothing is better than coming back in from the cold weather, after working outside like a monster for 10 hours, and doing some serious holiday turkey eating and beer drinking with my dad.
I Googled myself and got this -- and this too. The Internet is cute.
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